I took my time applying my makeup. I made sure that my eyeliner was perfect and smooth across the bottom of my eyes. I applied mascara until my eyelashes were stark black against the light blue of my eyes. The lipstick I chose was bright red, perfectly matching the deep olive tones of my skin. I rubbed my lips together to spread it, and gave the mirror a quick air kiss. I looked damn good tonight.
I took a step back to examine the dress I was wearing. It clung to my body, the deep red fabric matched my lipstick. I smoothed my hand down it and twirled. It didn't move and as far as I was concerned, that was a good thing. I wanted this dress to stick to my body, I wanted people to look at me. I gave myself an appreciatory nod in the direction of the mirror and bent over to snap my heels on. They bumped me up about four inches, and now I was ready to go.
I turned the light in the bathroom off as I walked out, and then I made my way down the stairs. My friends were waiting on me there, and all of them had annoyed expressions on their faces as I knew they would. Amanda, my closest friend out of the bunch currently taking residence on my couch, approached me with a wide grin on her face. Her ensemble wasn't too much different from mine, except she went for milder pink tones. It worked for her.
"Abby, you look fantastic!" Amanda exclaimed as she embraced me. I reciprocated and squeezed her.
"Same to you, Amie darling." I said. She let me go, and we stepped into the living room. The others were still looking at me with those damned annoyed looks on their faces. "What the fuck is wrong with you guys?"
"You took forever," Brenna said. I narrowed my eyes at her.
"I'm not going to go out to the bar looking like a bum, Bren." I said. I eyed her, taking in her tacky apparel for the night. Jeans and a t-shirt. I told Amie to leave her at home.
"What are you saying to me, Abby?" Brenna snapped.
"I'm saying that you could have put a little more thought into your outfit. You're not getting laid looking like that." A smirk covered my face. Yes, I could be bitchy, but only when it was deserved. Brenna was constantly like this. I hated bringing her for this reason.
"You guys chill out." Amie said. "Abbs, she's our DD."
"Yeah well lets get going before we're late." I grabbed my car keys off the table by the door. After everyone filed out I shut and locked the door to my apartment.
"Do you always have to have flashy cars, Abbs?" This came from Becca.
"What, I worked hard for this car." I laid a hand on my three series BMW. It was sleek, black, and fast. I was damn proud of this car.
"You don't even need it here," Brenna chimed in.
"Brenna shut your face," I snapped. I was seriously getting tired of this girl. "I may live in Manhattan, but that doesn't mean I don't need the car sometimes. Just get your asses in."
They filed in and I headed from my Central Park West apartment to a trendy spot on the lower east side. We came here rather often, and most nights ended up going home with delicious men. I can't say that this place ever failed me when I needed it. I parked around the back of the building in the VIP parking lot and we got out of the car. Reluctantly I handed my keys to Brenna.
"If you crash my baby on the way home, I will kill you." I looked her dead in the eyes.
"Don't worry, lady Abby. Your precious car will be fine." Brenna retorted.
"Good. Now lets go have some fun ladies." I started walking and they followed. I guess you could say I was their leader even though Amie's personality was just as strong as mine. She just chose to use her influence in a different way. I liked this, I loved being the center of attention, which was also another reason that I loved my job. Getting up and being able to persuade a room full of people that your point of view is in fact the right one was very satisfying at the end of the day. Or maybe being able to sell something that no one else can. I had moved to the top of the marketing company I worked for rather quickly. I worked my ass off for everything I had and I loved to reward myself for it at the end of the day.
We approached the front door and the bouncer, who wasn't the regular bouncer, carded us and collected our money. I stepped into the club acting like the confident bitch that I was. My girls were at my back and we were going to own this place. The first spot I went to was of course the bar. I ordered a cosmopolitan and a buttery nipple shot. I had to get my night started off the right way, and I wanted to be blissfully drunk before I got home. This was a sort of celebration for me. I had closed a huge deal at work earlier this week and I was going to get laid tonight if it was the last thing I did. I looked back to Amie, who seemed to be already getting chummy with a guy at the bar. Good for her. I took a seat towards the middle, and twirled the straw in my mouth.
I caught the eye of a man across the room, but a quick glance let my all too shallow self know that he wasn't really my type. I went for the physically fit, athletic guys. He had a beer gut down to his knees, but a pretty nice face. I gave him a crooked smile and went back to searching the room. There really weren't many people here tonight, which was odd for a Friday night. I cleared my throat and smoothed my dress back down. I was going to head out to the dance floor. Surely there would be someone out there.
Some crappy LMFAO song came on as I got to the dance floor. It had a good beat so I just moved with it. I let my body do the work for me. I knew that I could attract attention with my dance 'skills'. In reality, I just knew how to move my ass the right way. That was okay with me, it worked. Soon enough, I felt a pair of hands take residence on my hips. They were a little small, almost feminine. I backed up against my mystery partner, and surely enough, it was a woman.
"Just dance, sweetie." She whispered in my ear. I could detect an accent, but I couldn't place it. Her voice was sexy, though. I felt her hips start to move with mine, and her hands went up to my stomach. Moving with this girl was so easy.
"What's your name? Do I at least get that?" I asked, shouting over the music. I grabbed her arms and brought her to a halt. I twisted around so I could see her face. Holy shit. I stepped back out of her reach. She was a leggy blonde, could be a model, with a killer smile. For the first time in my life, a woman took my breath away. I reacted to her the same way I would a man. "Wow." I uttered aloud.
"Anne," She smiled at me, laughter rose out of her mouth effortlessly. "What about you?"
